Open Soul, Open Road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Walt Whitman


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Moped Sexual Assault

I love driving, but driving a moped in Bali is NOT my kind of fun.  The roads are crowded and chaotic.  I’m afraid I’m not skilled enough to handle the different road rules here.  I’m afraid of the other drivers.  I didn’t think I needed to be afraid of them touching me.  I was wrong. Continue reading


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30 Australian Things for my 30th Birthday

When my birthday snuck up on me, the only thing I had planned was mimosas with my mates. But from the moment I woke up, I realized I wanted to do a little something more for turning 30.  I really wanted to be on a beach in Bali, but its not easy to escape from the Red Centre. So I decided to embrace being in the outback by doing 30 Aussie things. Continue reading


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Driving in Oz

I consider myself a good driver in the US.  I figured driving on the other side of the road wouldn’t be all that rough.  I anticipated a short adjustment period but hoped that I would be able to slip back into a comfortable familiarity. But it is so much harder to overcome the habits and muscle memory of something I’ve been doing for well over ten years.

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My First Ecstatic Dance in Perth

Since I first arrived in Perth, my main priority has been getting plugged in.  I want to feel at home here.  I want to feel connected.  I want it to be filled with the things I loved doing on Maui as well as the things that were harder to find.  I immediately sought places to practice yoga, aerial arts, salsa, krav maga, Reiki circles, and ecstatic dance.

I arrived in Perth last Thursday and the next ecstatic dance was two nights later.  I was so happy to find it so soon.  The afternoon of the dance, I took the train down to Fremantle with a friend from the hostel.  We walked around the town then headed into the market place.  We got there just before it closed, but I saw enough to know I want to go back and soon.  There was beautiful, local aboriginal art work and lots of local jewelry artists.  The food looked stellar- and there was a Hawaiian poke vendor!! When we had seen the last of the open vendors, my friend headed to a restaurant, and I hopped in an Uber to the North Fremantle Community Centre.

Previous ecstatic dances that I have attended have been pretty open and free flowing.  Arrive when you want.  Leave when you want.  Sit outside and cool off with friends. Rejoin the dancing when you’re ready.  The set up that Dancing Dhevas had was more structured.  Doors closed at 7:05, and if you decided to leave early, there was no coming back in.  I was originally planning on dancing for an hour and then meeting back up with my friend, but I realized that maybe it was best if I stayed for the whole session.  So I sent her a message to delay our rendezvous.

The group of attendees started in a circle, and the leader/DJ of the night talked about what ecstatic dance really is and what we are there for.  What I took away from what he said is this:

Ecstatic Dance is the practice of letting your spirit free through movement.  But its more than just expressing your inner self. Its listening to and learning from the energy within us and around us on a different level than we normally access.  Then he talked about not showing off and not being focused on what others are doing or if somebody is seeing you.  This isn’t a dance competition.

I loved how he explained it.  It was a good reminder of what we practice ecstatic dance for, and it set a good tone for the whole evening.  The music started, and it didn’t take me long to let loose.  After staying in a hostel, I was ready for open movement and expression.  I was grooving and feeling pretty happy when I felt called to gently stroke my right arm with the back of my left hand.  Tears instantly welled up in my eyes.  I thought to myself, “Don’t you dare cry in front of all these people!” But I remembered that this is exactly why I came here.  I let the tears fall freely.

As the tears fell, I realized how much I missed Maui and the aloha spirit.  Where you’re more likely to hug a stranger than to shake their hand.  Where you feel safe to smile and say ‘hello’ to everyone.  I’ve been staying in the city centre of Perth and it feels cold and unfriendly.  It feels like everyone is in too big a rush to notice another person’s existence.  I realized that I’m just longing for a hug.  For somebody to reach out their hand and say, “I see you; I see the light in you.”

It felt amazing to be in a safe place where I could let myself feel that sorrow.  To honor myself and the emotions within me.  To see a “negative” emotion and not shove it down to a place where it would only kick and scream until it found another way out.  But it felt amazing to acknowledge and express the pain and sorrow through dance.  To experience the grief on multiple levels and shake it out through my fingertips.  I felt myself filling back up with the positive energy around me.  I thought I had been smiling earlier, but after releasing that pain, I was absolutely beaming.

Towards the end of the evening, the DJ had us turn towards the person closest to us and continue to dance.  He turned on music that I would best describe as rag time meets electronica.  I could be way off base with that description, but either way, I could not stop giggling.  It was so fun and light hearted.  It was really fun to dance to this with a partner. To look into the eyes of a stranger and literally dance your heart out.

The DJ had the couples pair up into groups of four, and then later eight.  It was beautiful to connect with people in an intimate way with no words or physical touch involved.

As the evening wound down, we found our own space again.  Some people danced to the very last moment, while others took the time to stretch or rest along the edges.  I belonged to the latter group.  When the dancing was done for the night, we all sat in a circle and said one word to describe how we were feeling.  My word was ‘grateful’, and I truly was.


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A Perfect South Australian Day

I had the perfect South Australian day! I woke up in a typical SA home- complete with a Hill’s hoist and all!  My feet were a pretty cold so my friend’s mom let me wear her Ugg boots.  I now understand why they are so loved!  My friend Amanda made me some toast then spread the butter and vegemite on the proper way.  The first time I tried Vegemite, I spread it on thick as if it was peanut butter- big mistake, but a moment I won’t forget.  But in the appropriate amount, I actually liked the salty/tangy flavor, and I liked that I get my B vitamins with it too.  Continue reading


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Don’t Tell Me ‘No’, Australia

Dear Australia,

I don’t like being told ‘no’.  My ego just doesn’t handle it.  I’m used to hearing ‘yes’.  I’ve had an easy life and I’ve kind of gotten used to things going the way I want- especially when it comes to my career.  I’ve worked hard in a variety of units, hospitals, and locations.  I show up and work hard and keep a positive attitude.  Okay, my chicago attitude still comes out sometimes.  But, I’ve never had problems getting a positive reference after I finished a job contract.  And I almost always get the job contract I want.  I’ve had the freedom to work wherever and whenever I want.  Continue reading


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Fiery Fruit From Hell

It is a beautiful, sunny day.  My Spanish teacher and I leave class early to walk to the open air market of Antigua.  She’s describing to me some of the fruits and vegetables grown in Guatemala.  She starts to tell me about the cashew apple that grows along with the cashew nut. MIND BLOWN.  I LOVE cashews.  I start walking faster.  I have got to try this fruit.  I walk up to my favorite fruit stand, and there she is.  Five quetzals for three cashew apples.  I happily pay.  I give one to my teacher, and I’m skipping home.  New fruit! Tra-la-la-la-la.  I am so so so happy.  I arrive home, and it’s lunch time.  I decide to save this fruit for a special treat later tonight.  This is totally going to make my Friday night EPIC.   Continue reading


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Crossing the Border at Paso Canoas

After crossing into Panama at Sixaola, you can imagine my excitement to try the border crossing at Paso Canoas.  I wasn’t able to find out much information about it in advance.  Mostly what I read about Paso Canoas mentioned that both sides of this border can be a bit dodgy after dark.  I decided to leave early in the morning so I wouldn’t get stuck at the border or San Jose at night.   Continue reading


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Crossing Over Into Panama

I haven’t done many border crossings by land in my travels, but Panama’s wasn’t my favorite.   I crossed from Sixaola, Costa Rica to Guabito, Panama. I anticipated some potential issues, and I thought I had prepared appropriately.  But, I had a few over sights.  So to anybody who may be traveling to Panama, you may want to learn from a few of my mistakes.   Continue reading